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Rain was pouring down.Rain was pouring down. Endless rain, it seemed, coupled with a cloud that obscured my already limited vision even further. It’s not like I leave my house very often. In fact, I hardly ever even leave my place at the gap in the curtain, in front an all-glass wall. It’s not like I go to work, like the people who scurry about the streets every day, more often than not hidden by their black umbrellas , shielding themselves from the never ending downpour. Mere specks of black on a grey pavement, in a colour less world. The 42nd floor is a long way up, but I barely notice it anymore. The few people who visit me wonder how I can live like this; a set of small rooms high in the sky, with glass walls all around, framed by the heavy cream-coloured curtains with the smudges at the bottom, indication of my presence as a child. The fingerprints and brushstrokes a reminder of the happy days with the paints spread out on the dark carpet, looking out of this very window and attempting to d
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More